A man who had been involved in a hit-and-run . . . ran. He knew he was drunk, and he also knew that getting caught would mean a second conviction of driving under the influence. So he got out of his vehicle, stumbled to the next intersection, and flagged down a car at the stoplight.
“I’ve been in an ‘accidentally,’” he drunkenly explained to the driver. “I need somebody to drive me home.”
The driver of the car looked at him thoughtfully. “All right,” he finally said. “Get in.”
The intoxicated hitchhiker couldn’t believe his luck. How often do you find such a willing accomplice on the first try? After just a few fumbles he got the car door open and climbed in beside his Good Samaritan.
But then the drunk man noticed something was wrong. True, his head was spinning. But he could swear that the driver had immediately made a U-turn and headed back in the direction of the accident.
“Hey, man, what are you doing?” he asked weakly.
The undercover cop reached under the seat and pulled out his identification and badge.
“Buddy,” he said, “this just isn’t your day.”